Everything happened so suddenly.
From the mont he entered the checkpoint until now, it's been just over five minutes. Gu Ji didn't have ti to think much, running along the dilapidated square pedestrian passage, occasionally glancing back.
At the sa ti, he was feeling around for other items on his body to see if there were any other bombs, just in case the bomber wanted to trick him at the last minute.
Inside the backpack, aside from the Poison Needle Trap landmine, there was only a selfie stick, a power bank, and a Canon cara, while his pockets were filled with docunts, a lighter, and other items.
It's worth ntioning the Volut fourth generation smart dical watch on his wrist.
In fact, from the last round at the BASF checkpoint, it was clear that the classic checkpoints had nothing to do with Volut, but what secrets it held was sothing Gu Ji couldn't figure out for the mont.
It's more important to focus on dealing with the current crisis.
The live-streaming phone had long been turned off and tucked into his pocket, leaving only sound, otherwise, it would be too easy to expose his personal appearance information and environntal location.
Anyway, the bomber's rules only required the entire process to be live-stread, not necessarily showing the video; audio streaming also counts as live streaming.
As for internet positioning.
He believed that since the other party could control his phone, avoiding tracking from telecommunications companies and the police shouldn't be a problem.
"Fortunately, there are no caras in the New York subway…"
Gu Ji purposely lowered his hoodie to cover most of his face, his side-glance instinctively sweeping through key positions at several corners.
Don't be fooled by New York being the most developed city in the world; its urban infrastructure is quite outdated, similar to Xiangzhou. The New York subway has been around for over a hundred years and can be considered a semi-mobile antique.
Coupled with its 24-hour operation mode, with no security checks, no surveillance, and no managent, it has beco a gathering place for the holess. Not to ntion night, even in broad daylight, so people live in the subway.
They urinate wherever they please, and a few without any bottom line even defecate directly on the platform. Furthermore, violent, homicidal, and shooting incidents frequently occur in the subway, creating a filthy and chaotic environnt.
Just in this short escape, Gu Ji saw no less than two holess encampnts. These people lay sprawling on the ground, expressionless, completely indifferent to the explosion.
So performance artist cosplayers and young punks chose to "go against the flow," seemingly wanting to capture so firsthand information to post online or sell to the news dia.
More passersby, like Gu Ji, hurriedly fled toward the tro exit.
Unexpectedly.
Just as he reached the bottom of the escalator and was looking ahead at the exit, two New York police officers in dark blue uniforms suddenly appeared, shouting loudly:
"Everyone stay where you are!"
"Squat down!"
"Cooperate with the investigation!"
The two officers slowly descended from the escalator with guns drawn, and everyone obediently stood still, while so raised their hands directly against the wall.
Because gun control is very lax in the United States, and everyone can carry firearms, in this particular situation, the police have more authority to open fire on the scene than in most countries.
This is why when Gu Ji and Passionfruit were fleeing on the subway platform, the police only issued a few warnings before daring to open fire directly.
Therefore, in the United States, whether ordinary citizens or lawless gang mbers, upon seeing police raising guns in warning, will actively cooperate, either holding their heads with their hands or putting their hands in obvious positions to avoid being shot dead by mistake.
Gu Ji also followed the passerby's example, standing honestly in place, leaning his back against the wall, while his eyes kept observing the positioning of the two officers to see if there was any chance of escape.
Coordination positioning.
One in front and one behind, just enough to cover the exit, with virtually no flaws.
The shooting skills, personal combat ability, driving skills, and teamwork spirit of Arican police are all very high. Their personal live-fire shooting and combat training ti far exceeds that of police in other countries, with thousands of live rounds fired annually in the shooting range. Those lacking in physical fitness or being overly obese might even be dismissed.
No entry point, with overall quality also not low.
Forcing through would likely result in being shot dead.
The position where Gu Ji was stationed was at least about ten ters from the exit, not to ntion having to pass through the escalator.
No matter how fast his reaction speed was, it couldn't be faster than Arican situational reflexes.
Buzz～Buzz～
At this mont, continuous vibrations ca from his pocket.
No need to think, it must be that bomber spamming the pop-up bullet screen again, probably warning him "not to get caught by the police" or sothing like that.
And just then, the two officers were also moving in his direction.
On one hand, being caught on the spot, on the other hand, a bomb that could detonate at any mont.
Under the double threat, Gu Ji's adrenaline surged rapidly, his mind racing wildly.
"Sizzle…"
From the two officers' chest walkie-talkies ca so noise.
"Suspected explosion traces found in the sixth carriage of subway line 7. One person dead, five injured, we hit one accomplice, another suspect fled toward exit B, he's wearing…"
Amidst the static, Gu Ji's footsteps were quietly shifting, while his right hand slowly reached into his pocket. Since both officers were intently listening to their colleague's transmission, they didn't notice this insignificant change.
"A purple hoodie!"
As soon as the words fell, an unexpected change occurred!
At the mont when the two officers raised their heads to look around, Gu Ji instantly grabbed the collar of a blonde female passerby next to him, and with a backward hand, wrapped her in his arms.
"Don't move!"
"What do you want, let her go!!"
"Imdiately!"
The two officers swiftly pointed their guns at Gu Ji, one Glock 17, and one Beretta 92F, and the remaining passersby, seeing this, hurriedly dodged to the side, and so simply crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands.
But Gu Ji, well-versed in police tactics, kept his back against the wall, his head mostly hidden behind the woman's hair, leaving only half an eye observing, with his left arm choking the neck and his right arm half-hidden behind the woman's shoulder, holding an object in his hand.
That's right.
This thing was the lighter he discovered earlier while checking his belongings.
But now it was clutched tightly in his hand, with his thumb pressing the top, making it impossible to identify this item from a distance.
"Move aside! Everyone back off! Otherwise, I'll detonate the bomb!"
Gu Ji first shouted that he had a detonator in his hand to deter the opponent from recklessly opening fire, then continued: "Listen, I'm being forced, there's a remote bomb planted on by the thugs. I'm not the true bomber, he's threatening to do this, or he'll blow up, check it online, you'll find out!"
The bomber's rule only prohibited him from seeking police help, but not from explaining the situation clearly.
But the two officers paid no heed to the latter part of his words.
Instead, the first half about the "bomb detonation" stirred panic and turmoil among the crowd. The young officer's face changed dramatically, nervously stepping back two paces by reflex.
The middle-aged officer, experienced and steady, righteously and sternly said, "I advise you to put down your weapon imdiately and surrender, a large number of police are surrounding the subway station, you won't escape!!"
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